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Jun 2014
Everybody in this would just hates and hates and hates,
leaving no room for love,
leaving no room to be myself,
leaving no room for a smile.

Reality is calling and I can no longer send it to voicemail,
reality is here to show me that i'm beautiful,
reality is not always fitting in but reality is finding my place to fit in.

I watch teenage girls flipping through magazines filled with society's image of "normal" and "beautiful",
pictures of girls so small that they are ghostly.
This is the reason why girls are getting smaller each year.

Maybe shes born with it, maybe its Maybelline?
I'm definitely sure we are all born with it,
being lied to so they cover up their faces with a mask of insecurity.
Willow Hadleigh
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Willow Hadleigh  California
(California)   
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   Dad Poet Society
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